WHILE FEN SLEPT
though it brought him no Siddereticus the next day. To be sure, it fulfilled its promise after a fashion, for Sally and Larry were in evidence most of the time, and Fen had to admit to himself that no one had said with whose company the amulet was to provide him. And Sally, who had a kindly heart after all, read to him most of the morning, with frequent interruptions from Larry. The story she read—with a good deal of stumbling over long words—was about a Djinn who came out of a bottle, thereby astounding an honest fisherman and bringing him both good and bad luck. Fen, you may be sure, was only too glad to hear about any variety of genie, though he was of the private opinion that his own Siddereticus was much nicer than the personage who came out of the bottle.
Larry still refused to believe in the existence of "any a such thing," in spite of
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